It's not easy being blue -- a cop -- that is, not a good one anyway. Scott Hedrich and Mark Stenner have had each other's backs a long time. Best friends, they've supported each other through girlfriends, marriages, divorces, promotions, the various ups and downs and dangers of their job, including the terrorist attack on DC.<br><br>Somewhere along the way, their friendship turned into something more. Twenty-three years later and they've finally come to recognize what's been the truth all along. They belong together. It's time for a wedding!

For the Last Time

Scott looked like he was about to ask something, but didn’t. He picked up his beer and had a sip.


Lying on the garage floor, under the frame of a 1974 Dodge Charger Mark put some muscle into turning a nut. The thing was badly rusted and it was being a bitch to get off. Speaking of bitches…Mark’s thoughts turned to Rachel. They’d been married for three years. He was beginning to think that was at least one year too many. The past few months had been filled with shouting and arguing. Sometimes it was about money, sometimes it was about his job and the hell and erratic hours and sometimes it was about shit that seemed to make no sense at all.


“You know you look about like a homicide case, feet sticking out like that,” said a familiar voice.


“Who else do you know who makes dead body jokes?”


Mark slid out from under the car and saw Scott leaning against the garage tool bench. Scott offered him a hand up.


“I didn’t know you were coming by,” Mark said.


Chapter 12